| 340 | Joanie Loves Trotsky |
| 314 | Culminating in a Spectacular Final Battle on the Surface of the Moon |
| 290 | Jean-Paul Sartre & The Pussycats |
| 273 | Castle Anthrax |
| 268 | Barking Spider |
| 253 | Old Men from Scene 24 |
| 195 | Ay! The Ground Beef -- It is Burning My Groin! |
| 173 | Being Harassed by an Empty Oil Tank Hundreds of Miles Away |
| 149 | Frigid, Flat-Butted Peacekeeper Skanks |
| 146 | Team Squishy Cow |
| 136 | Tasmanian Treebiters of the North |
| 134 | The Manhattan Skyliners |
| 108 | BOMO |
| 86 | What a Brave Corporate Logo! |
| 65 | Would You, Could You, with a Goat? |
| 56 | I'll Always Love You, David Duchovny |
| 48 | We Keep Getting Older, But the Girls on Campus Stay the Same Age! |
| 28 | Jed Scattergood Is a Mewling, Teary-Eyed Mama's Boy |
| 24 | Free Jack Cust |
| 22 | My Cat's Breath Smells Like Cat Food |
| 22 | I Am Evil Homer |
| 22 | I Hate Grapes, All Kinds of Grapes, I Hate Green Grapes, I Hate Purple Grapes, I Hate Grapes with Seeds, I Hate Grapes Without Seeds, I Hate Them Peeled and Unpeeled, I Hate Them Individually, in Bunches and in Small Groups of Twos and Threes, I Fucking Hate Grapes! |
| 19 | Abstinence is Gay |
| 14 | Roger Clemens is a Pussy |
| 14 | Hey Cardinal Law, Keep Out of My Rectory |
| 12 | Beer is the Mind-Killer. Beer is the Little-Death That Brings Total Obliteration. I Will Face My Beer. I Will Permit it to Pass Over Me and Through Me. And When It Has Gone Past I Will Turn the Inner Eye to See Its Path. Where the Beer Has Gone There Will Be Nothing. Only I Will Remain. |
| 9 | A Sort of Pleasant, Genial Mantis That's Given Up Preying and Taken Up Tennis Instead |
| 8 | Boobies |
| 6 | I'm Going to Yemen |
| 6 | Scratching Irritates It |
| 6 | I Wish I Were Sipowitz |
| 6 | Anti-Trotsky |
| 4 | Trotsky, If You're Taking the 7:30 Dive Now, We Will Find You and Kill You! |
| 4 | Yes, Officer, We Do Have the Senator's Permission |
| 2 | At This Point, the Rockets Became Engorged With Astronauts |
| 2 | Crouching Roo, Hidden Freak |
| 2 | Free Ruben Mateo! |
| 2 | Anybody Who Would Have Ruben Mateo on His Rotisserie Team, I Want In My League |
| 2 | Flinging Feces for Distance and Flinging Feces for Accuracy Are Two Entirely Different Skills |
| 2 | I Don't Need to Date, I've Got TiVo |
| 2 | Damn You, Walt Whitman! Damn Your Leaves of Grass! |
| 2 | Ha, Ha, Money! We Can Exchange It for Goods and Services! |
| 2 | When That Fat Kid on 'Dark Angel' Got Shot, a Little Bit of All of Us Died |
| 2 | Rachel Barenblat Is Stranded on Pluto |
| 2 | I Want 16 Minutes, Dammit |
| 2 | If Cats Ruled the World, They Would Use Pieces of String for Advertising |
| 2 | Neutered Vampires Has Proven That You Can Have More Musical Keys Than People |
| 2 | The Legs Turn Human, But Believe You Me, The Hoo-Ha Is All Mackerel |
| 2 | Your Honor, Let the Record Reflect that She Just Grazed My Johnson |
| 2 | Hewoo Mistaw |
| 2 | Ha! |
| 2 | You're Like a Woman From a More Genteel Era Who Has Traveled Across Time to Make Me Horny |
| 2 | Snappy Little Freak |
| 2 | Yorgey Liberation Front |
| 2 | Come and Pet Melesky, Hey Hey Hey |
| 2 | Kim Cleland's Gonna Be a Vet Soon |
| 2 | Rich Flynn Has Not Been Struck in Over a Fortnight |
| 2 | Canto, You Sally |
| 2 | We Don't Want to Slander Anyone on Radio, But I Have Proof That Teon Blows Goats |
| 2 | Yes Captain, Gimme Booty |
| 2 | They Won't Catch Us, We're on a Mission from God |
| 2 | Please Kill Me |
| 2 | People Who Fear Dom Grillo |
| 2 | You Have Reference Books. You Have the Web. We Have the Library of Congress!! |
| 2 | Ocean's 11 |
| 2 | We'll Get You Next Time |
| 2 | Civilized Society Has No Place for Mrs. Veloso |
| 2 | Wake Up, Rich. Next Time We Win, You Damn Well Better Know It! |
| 1 | Blue-Eyed Lemurs on Crack |
| 1 | Dan Mason Has a Pasty White Ass |
| 1 | If They Don't Like You, Korea Will Throw You Back |
| 1 | This Is Really the First Action Bonus |
| 1 | Lidia Is My Heroine |
| 1 | Dom My Precious |
| 1 | The Simple Joys of a Monkey Knife Fight |
|